Acquisition 23/38 (BDSM, NC, VOY, HUM, FF, M+/F)
by Headhunter
That night, after dinner with her family, Pam went to the master bathroom and
removed the Ben Wa Balls. She was still very moist and they slipped out fairly
easily. Then she used the toilet and climbed into a warm relaxing bath. Usually
she showered, but tonight she luxuriated in the hot tub. Remembering Bess'
instruction, Pam shaved her legs while sitting on the side of the tub. Then,
using a make-up mirror to see beneath her, she carefully lathered and shaved
between her legs. Leaving the triangle of pubic hair at the crown of her labia.
As she shaved she noticed that her clit seemed very red. She had never examined
herself very closely and the mirror gave her a new view of her sex organs. Her
clit was so sensitive these days. She dismissed the bright red organ as nothing
unusual. It was probably all of the recent stimulation that caused it to be red
and sensitive. She didn't notice that her red stiff bud was a perfect color
match to her nipples.
After drying herself she followed 'Miss Bess' orders and reinserted the balls.
After having them inside her all afternoon, they felt like old friends as the
balls filled her tight vagina once again. The housewife put on a pair of
panties. She couldn't have an accident during the night. What would Bill think
if they awoke in the morning with metal balls in bed with them.
Fortunately Bill fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow. He had barely
given Pam a peck on the cheek before he was snoring softly.
Pam laid in bed staring at the ceiling. She was horny and the balls had her wet.
She gently rubbed her thighs back and forth over each other until she achieved a
mild orgasm. "The balls really helped in making me cum," Pam thought as she
finally slipped off to sleep.
The next day seemed to drag for hours for both Bess and Pam.
Bess spent the morning shopping. Picking out some food and wine for dinner.
After lunch she called her guests to confirm that they were coming to dinner.
She would be dining with three gentlemen. The two that she and Pam had danced
with and made out with in the car. Also the gentleman from several weeks ago,
the man who had bought Pam drinks on their first visit to Jake's restaurant and
slipped his business card to Bess.
When Bess had called the men earlier in the week they all remembered the women,
particularly Pam. Each of them asked if the housewife was going to be at the
dinner before they agreed to come. At first Bess was pissed off that the men
were more interested in Pam than her. But, she was used to being rejected and at
least with Pam as bait she would be spending the evening with three handsome
men. If not for Pam, Bess knew that in all likelihood, she would be dining
alone. So she rationalized that the men's interest in Pet was a good thing.
Bess hoped that she would get fucked again tonight. The ride she had taken on
top of Jake earlier in the week had whetted her appetite. She hadn't realized
just how much she had been missing a good stiff man's cock since her divorce.
All three men confirmed the dinner, but each asked again if Pam would be there.
Pam went through her day as usual, but there was a big difference. Or perhaps
what could be better described as two little differences. She found that she was
able to almost forget about the Ben Wa balls at times. But she stayed wet and if
she made a particularly unusual motion the balls would move and rub. Chasing
after pre-schoolers meant that Pam often had to make little jumps, stretches and
bends. And each of those was accompanied by a tingling in her cunt. For much of
the morning Pam stayed calm. But at other times she came close to having little
orgasms. At one point when Pam was staring off into space a little girl asked
"Miss Pam" if she was all right. Snapping herself back from the delicious
feeling in her pussy the teacher said "Yes, honey," and then went on with her
lesson. She did her job, but every time she had a quiet moment her thoughts
immediately turned to sex, her wet pussy, and even the feel of a warm hard penis
in her hand, cunt or... her mouth.
After school, Pam went to the store and purchased the food approved for her
family's meals by Bess. She also picked up some snacks for Bill and the girls to
eat while Pam was serving dinner at Bess'. Bill had agreed to watch the girls
while Pam 'helped' Bess with her dinner party. In fact, Bill commented how glad
he was that their divorced neighbor was starting to socialize. He thought that
his wife had been a wonderful friend and continued to encourage Pam to help
Bess. For Bill, ignorance was bliss.
Bill had jokingly made Pam promise that since she would be out this evening, she
would have to be home to watch the girls on Saturday. He had a golf date with
some of his buddies. That was perfect for Pam. The girls didn't need watching on
Saturday morning or afternoon. They usually played with friends, and were old
enough to 'look out for themselves' during the day. Pam knew she would need an
exercise workout on Saturday anyway, since she was missing one today.
The rest of the day was normal for Pam, except for the constant pressure and
rubbing in her vagina. She stayed in a state of arousal except where her
concentration on some task helped her forget about the Ben Wa balls. She decided
that she would have to ask Bess if it would be OK for her to have sex with her
husband tonight. "God," she thought, "the way I feel I might actually rape poor
Bill when I get the chance."
Pam made dinner early and served her family right at 6:00. Seeing that all was
OK with Bill and the girls, Pam headed over to Bess', saying that she would eat
the food she helped Bess fix for her guests. Pam entered the privacy fence
through a gate and disrobed. Mr. Odom and his friends were nowhere to be seen.
"It's Friday evening," Pam thought, "Even they must have some family obligations
sometimes."
Naked and excited, Pam entered the house. Hearing the door, Bess called for Pam
to come immediately to the kitchen. Bess stood in the middle of the room. Pots
and pans were strewn about, and it was clear that the food was still a long way
from being ready.
"Pet, you need to help me. We have to cook the meal, set the table and I have to
get dressed. It's already after 6:00. Let's get going."
In her usual efficient manner Pam set about getting the meal in the oven and
cleaning up the mess. She got the plates, utensils and glasses out and meekly
asked 'Miss Bess' if she would set the table so she could continue with
preparing the meal. Bess was amazed and pleased at the housewife's control of
the situation. She didn't like responding to Pam in this way, but knew that it
was the only real help she could be. Bess did what Pam requested, but told
herself that she would remind Pet who was in charge later.
With just a few minutes of Pam's efforts, things were coming together for the
dinner. The fact that Pam had been cooking and cleaning Bess' house helped. The
visiting housewife probably knew the kitchen better than the owner. Bess told
Pam that she was going to get dress. It was 6:30.
"Miss Bess, what about me?" Pam asked, looking down at her naked tits.
"I have already laid out some things for you to wear on your bed, Pet." When you
can get away from the kitchen go put them on." Bess started to walk away, then
turned and added, "Oh Pet, take out the Ben Wa balls, and you need to put some
make-up on, understand?"
"Yes, Miss Bess."
"There is not enough time for you to do your nails, so concentrate on your eyes
and lips." Bess hurried up the stairs. About 10 minutes later things in the
kitchen were at the point where nothing else needed to be done until the meal
was ready. It was ten minutes before 7:00 when Pam rushed up the stairs to her
room.
On the bed were the pretty red dress and thigh high black stockings. Red high
heels were on the floor. That was all that was out. Did Pam not want her to wear
any undergarments?" Pam thought in a panic. "Surely she had just forgotten to
put panties and a bra out. No, she had put out the stockings. Bess wanted her
naked under the dress." Pam sat on the bed and contracted her vagina until she
could pull the balls out. They were slick with her secretions and Pam felt an
emptiness. Quickly she pulled on the stockings, then the shoes. Finally she
stood and slipped the dress over her head. It was beautiful with a scoop
neckline and thin shoulder straps. The skirt flared at the hips. The hem fell
well short of her nylon encased knees. Pam began to button the dress up the
back. It wasn't hard for her. "My exercising has made me flexible," Pam thought
with satisfaction, "Only a few weeks ago I would have needed help to get this
dress buttoned up."
Pam looked at herself in the mirror. "Not bad," she thought, "I can get away not
wearing a bra now. But I will have to be careful bending over." The housewife
sat at the make-up table and began combing out her blonde hair. Looking over the
limited cosmetics she had available she knew that the makeup she would be
putting on would not give her the usual Mommy look. The lipstick was bright red
and the eye shadow and mascara were dark. Pam didn't look slutty but the makeup
did make her look sultry. At 7 o'clock Bess stopped at Pam's door and said she
was going downstairs.
While Pam put the finishing touches on her make-up she heard the doorbell ring.
She could hear Bess greeting and several male voices.
As Pam came down the stairs, shoulders back, managing to be graceful in her high
heels, Bess and two men turned to look at her. Immediately Pam blushed as she
realized the two men were the ones that they had spent the evening with the week
before. Bess said, "Pet, you remember Joe and Hank." The doorbell rang again.
Bess opened the door and an older gentleman entered. Pam thought she recognized
him, but Bess immediately solved the mystery by introducing Gerald, the man Pam
had met at Jake's restaurant. With all the players in place, Bess instructed Pam
to finish preparing the meal while she had a drink with her new friends.
Pam retreated to the kitchen, glad to be away from the staring eyes of the three
men. As she took the meal from the oven and prepared to serve, Pam could hear
laughter and joking from the living room. Someone had turned on the stereo and
soft jazz filled the house.
Pam carried a tray with some chips and dip into the living room. The three men
and Bess were standing in a small circle talking. As Pam entered, the
distinguished Gerald asked Bess if he could fix the 'beautiful lady' a drink. It
was obvious that the men had quickly figured out that Bess was in charge.
"Sure," was Bess' reply, "She could use a drink."
The older man fixed a strong drink and, taking the tray from Pam, handed the
glass to the housewife. He put the tray on a table and smoothly snaked his arm
around her waist. He stood next to Pam and made no attempt to hide his efforts
to look down the front of her dress.
"My, My, Gerald," Bess exclaimed, "I expected these horny young men to be after
Pet, but I guess that silver in your hair doesn't mean that you don't appreciate
a good looking woman."
"She is gorgeous," he replied. That comment brought color to Pam's cheeks. Bess
slipped her arms into the arms of the young men she was standing with and
answered, "That's OK, it leaves these young hunks for me."
Everyone except Pam laughed and took sips of their drinks. Pam choked a little
on the strong alcohol, but managed to get down a swallow.
"How is dinner coming, Pet?" Bess asked.
Pam took the question as an opportunity to disengage from Gerald and head to the
kitchen. "I need to get ready to serve." Pam hurried into the kitchen, hearing
comments about her swaying ass from the men.
Pam stayed in the kitchen until Bess came in and asked if dinner was ready.
"Yes, Miss Bess."
"Good, we are going to the table. I want you to serve us."
Pam waited for a minute then began carrying food to the table. There were only
four places set at the table. Pam wouldn't be sitting with Bess and her guests.
"Pet, take care of us like a good little servant."
Pam was actually relieved that she wouldn't have to sit with the men. Playing
servant was a much more comfortable position for her. She felt so awkward around
men.
Pam began to serve each person. Bess was served first and she took the
opportunity to run her hand up and down Pam's back as the housewife leaned over
to put a plate in front of her. This action wasn't lost on the three men. They
correctly assumed that the housewife was fair game for a touch or caress, as she
served them.
Gerald was next, he duplicated Bess' motion but allowed his hand to run all the
way down onto Pam's ass. He couldn't feel any telltale panty seams and smiled to
himself. Then he craned his head back knowing that Pam's dress was short. He was
rewarded with a view of the fleshy bottom of Pam's ass cheeks that peeked just
below the hem of the red skirt and stocking clad legs that stretched towards the
floor.
Pam jumped away from Gerald causing his plate to rattle as it was dropped
slightly.
"Pet, be careful. I expect you to do a good job for me and my guests. Don't make
me have to punish you for being sloppy."
Pam blushed. Talk of her being punished in front of the men was not something
she expected.
"Well, what do you say, Pet?"
Pam blushed even deeper, it was bad enough being called Pet, but now Pam needed
to reply.
"Yes, Miss Bess."
"Good, Pet!" Turning to her guests, Bess said, "I sure that you gentlemen could
tell that Pet and I have a very special relationship."
Hank, wide eyed asked, "Does she do everything you say."
"Well most of the time. You enjoyed your handjob from her the other night,
didn't you?"
"Yeah," Hank replied, "Can you make her do... anything?"
All three men were listening intently. Pam was as well, but she was also leaning
next to Joe putting his plate in front of him.
"As I said, Pet and I have a very special bond, but within reason she knows that
doing what I say is really making her a better person. Haven't I helped you a
lot, Pet?"
"Yes, Miss Bess."
Joe, reached for his glass as Pam was leaning down and purposely rubbed his
forearm back and forth across Pam's chest. Pam jumped again and quickly backed
away.
The last to be served was Hank. Pam carefully approached his chair staying as
far away as possible while placing his plate in front of him. But the young man
reached out and placed his hand on the back of her leg and moved it upward under
the housewife's skirt.
Hank grabbed a handful of ass flesh, causing Pam to jump and drop his plate
several inches. The crockery rattling noisily as it hit the table.
"She did it again," Hank cried, "She did it again. You need to punish her."
Bess hated to be pushed, and simply replied, "Shut up Hank, you would jump too
if somebody grabbed your ass." Gerald and Joe laughed at the man. Pam beamed
with pride as her 'Miss Bess' defended her.
Pam's relief was short lived as Bess growled, "Damn you, Pet, some of Hank's
gravy splashed onto your dress. Come with me to the kitchen so I can clean you
up."
Bess stood and led Pam into the kitchen. There really wasn't much of a mess on
Pam's dress, but Bess decided that she would use this opportunity to humiliate
Pam a little further and prepare her for some training. She spun Pam around and
began unbuttoning the back of the dress. "We need to rinse this off. I won't
have an expensive dress I bought for you getting ruined."
"But, Miss Bess. They are just in the other room. They might see."
"Don't question me. Now lift up your arms." Bess pulled the dress over Pam's
head leaving her wearing only her heels and stockings.
Bess made a small show of placing the dress in the sink and rinsing off the
gravy. What she managed to do was soak the dress and make it unwearable. Then
she turned and said, "Since you are making such a mess, why don't you put on an
apron?" She pulled a frilly white apron from a drawer and thrust it into Pam's
hands.
Wanting to cover her nudity with anything because she feared the men might come
into the kitchen, Pam put her head through the neck strings. Smoothing the
material in front of her, Pam soon discovered that while the apron would cover
her a little, most of her body was left uncovered.
Bess picked up the strings at the waist and tied them behind Pam. The apron had
a small bib that only covered each breast to the nipple. Twin globes of tit hung
out from each side. The apron skirt did not reach the tops of her stockings.
Pam's back and ass were completely exposed as the apron didn't even reach the
sides of her body.
"There, Pet. Now you don't have to worry if you spill something else," Bess said
smugly. Then she left the kitchen saying, "Bring us our desert in ten minutes."
Pam stood in the middle of the kitchen, her exposed body covered with
goosebumps. It wasn't cold, the goosebumps were from the knowledge that soon she
would be naked in front of another group of men. She knew that they would be as
excited as her when they saw her 'new' body.
She touched her wedding ring gently and wondered what her family was doing right
now, just a few hundred feet away. She could hear the men joking and laughing
with Bess in the other room. She smoothed down the frilly apron, then tried to
push both of her tits behind the small bib. It was hopeless. Finally, she heard
Bess call out, "Pet, where are you? We are ready for desert." Pam picked up the
desert tray. It held four bowls of chocolate mousse. Pam stood straight and,
with anticipation of the men's reaction, walked proudly into the dining room.
